Yeah Bruh

I'll get even you don't ever wanna cross me bruh
Give me a reason I should even go and talk to ya

I might sport the Porsche, lately I've been sportin' Rafs
And you know it's got the horses, and you know I'm good on gas
If you talkin' bout the money, then you know I got the racks
Used to treat ya lil shawty, now I treat ya like a brat
And yea I know I'm a rookie, but yea I be on the map
Yea, we Do-Si-Dos the Cookies when Ace come through with the pack
And we rollin' up some woodies, we don't use no other wrap
And you know we pack it fully, there's no room for other gas
If you talkin' to me stupid I'll look stupid at ya ass
When I'm walkin', keep it movin', can't be snoozin', I don't lack
And my life is like a movie, Stanley Kubrick, white and black
And these hoes gon' get to choosin', so I choose to get a bag

Fuck these kids they stabbin' backs
Ima ditch a pussy ass
When I walk, they watch, I laugh
They know Silver came up fast
Some bull passed me on the corner, he said "Where's my follow back"
Yea bruh I don't fuckin' do this shit just for some petty clout, I'm like

Yea bruh I'm the Snob Squad leader, don't be needing shit like that
And my bro's they get to cheatin', they be schemin' for the cash
And you know that I be creepin', I be speedin' do the dash
But my bro they took his freedom, needa free that man at last, I'm like

I'll get even you don't ever wanna cross me bruh
Give me a reason I should even go and talk to ya
Ima keep it movin', streets will do you wrong lil bruh
Just keep it secret, you don't need it to be costing ya
I would see it, catch it even if I'm off the drugs
Ima peep shit, little details put me onto ya
Shawty decent, but she fiendin', she was off the stuff
Fuck you speaking, bitch you tweaking, girl what's wrong with ya



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Writer(s): Dylan Silver
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